I'm from out of town

Redrum's ears flicked forward, catching the subtle rustle of her approach. His nostrils flared, drinking in her scent more deeply now, noting the underlying notes of fear and resolve. He stood tall, his presence commanding in the dim light, a stark contrast of red against the encroaching darkness. His eyes glowed with an unsettling intensity, a predatory gleam that did little to mask his curiosity.

“Name.” He began, the word drawn out in his uneven cadence, “Is Redrum.” His voice rumbled low, resonating with the promise of strength. He observed her, noting the defensive stance, the way her tail curled protectively. A low growl, more a vibration than a sound, emanated from his chest, a primal response to the tension in the air.

He took a step forward, muscles coiled and ready. “Not– hurt – if – safe.” He managed, his speech fragmented but clear in intent. His eyes never left hers, a silent battle of wills playing out in the space between them. “Why– here?” He asked, each word deliberate, his curiosity tempered by caution.

Redrum's body language was a blend of readiness and intrigue, his predatory instincts battling with the newfound interest in the strange creature before him. He watched her, waiting for her next move, eyes roving over midnight and purple coat.



"Murder"